Dear Diary,
Well, its the end of life as I know it. I've been torn away from my family, my life, and all of my belongings. I've been chained to my fellow humans on this horrid ship like thing. I'm not sure where I'm going. I'm not sure where I am, all I know, is that it can't be good.
I don't really remember what happened when I was captured, considering they shot a laser beam into my eyesockets. What the laser beam did, is it temporarily paralyzed my pupils, much like getting your eyes dilated. It burned.
The ship is stinky, cold, and gives me sea sickness. We aren't given food, we aren't given any reassurance, and we certainly aren't given anything to do. I guess I'll just need to make do until we get to wherever our far off destination may be.
Day 2
Dear Diary,
Well, I am liking this a little less every day. I don't know what they're saying to me, and that frustrates both me, and the aliens. They don't look like what I imagined. They look just like people; just taller. They don't eat 3 meals a day like we do on earth. In fact, they're lucky if they eat once a day! They keep the ship really cold, and I don't understand anything. Its very upsetting to not know whats going on around you, and it makes you feel very helpless and childlike, even though you are a full grown adult.
Even though I've only been on this ship for about 2 days, I feel like it has been eternity. Nothing makes sense, I'm starving, and I'm freezing. Surely, I will die before I get to our destination.
Day 3
Dear Diary,
The worst thing happened today! They made us, their captures, clean their bathroom and kitchen! It was the most replusive thing I've ever been forced to do in my entire life! Their was soiled towels everywhere, and they forced us to scrub the floors with a toothbrush. If you vomited, you had to clean it up, and you were only given one towel and, if you could get your hands on some, some soap. It was horrible, and I can't even begin to imagine what it is going to be like on their planet.
My living conditions still aren't good. I am certainly not pleased with this.
Dear Diary,
Well, its the end of life as I know it. I've been torn away from my family, my life, and all of my belongings. I've been chained to my fellow humans on this horrid ship like thing. I'm not sure where I'm going. I'm not sure where I am, all I know, is that it can't be good.
I don't really remember what happened when I was captured, considering they shot a laser beam into my eyesockets. What the laser beam did, is it temporarily paralyzed my pupils, much like getting your eyes dilated. It burned.
The ship is stinky, cold, and gives me sea sickness. We aren't given food, we aren't given any reassurance, and we certainly aren't given anything to do. I guess I'll just need to make do until we get to wherever our far off destination may be.
Day 2
Dear Diary,
Well, I am liking this a little less every day. I don't know what they're saying to me, and that frustrates both me, and the aliens. They don't look like what I imagined. They look just like people; just taller. They don't eat 3 meals a day like we do on earth. In fact, they're lucky if they eat once a day! They keep the ship really cold, and I don't understand anything. Its very upsetting to not know whats going on around you, and it makes you feel very helpless and childlike, even though you are a full grown adult.
Even though I've only been on this ship for about 2 days, I feel like it has been eternity. Nothing makes sense, I'm starving, and I'm freezing. Surely, I will die before I get to our destination.
Day 3
Dear Diary,
The worst thing happened today! They made us, their captures, clean their bathroom and kitchen! It was the most replusive thing I've ever been forced to do in my entire life! Their was soiled towels everywhere, and they forced us to scrub the floors with a toothbrush. If you vomited, you had to clean it up, and you were only given one towel and, if you could get your hands on some, some soap. It was horrible, and I can't even begin to imagine what it is going to be like on their planet.
My living conditions still aren't good. I am certainly not pleased with this.
Until next time,
Allison